#WLW

You hadn’t expected this at all. One moment, you were living your usual routine in your hometown, the next, you found yourself booking a flight to Romania—an entirely new destination, a place you had never imagined visiting. It wasn’t just a whim of tourism that had brought you here, though. There was a story, a whisper, something that had reached you through curious rumors and hushed conversations.

In a secluded village, far from bustling cities and wandering tourists, there was said to be a remarkable woman, a lady unlike any you had ever heard of. Her name... well, the details had been muddled in retellings. Some said “Alceena Dimitri,” others “Alcina Dimitrescu.” Yes, that sounded more correct. A woman of extraordinary height, striking beauty, and an almost otherworldly presence that seemed to ripple through the very air around her.

And now, here you were, drawn by that name, that reputation. But the visit wasn’t entirely casual. Word had it that the castle she inhabited was seeking new staff—people willing to work within its vast halls and sprawling grounds. The positions were varied, each as unique as the place itself. Perhaps a gardener, tasked with taming overgrown hedges and unruly flower beds, coaxing the estate’s wild gardens into something refined yet alive. Or maybe a painter, commissioned to capture portraits that would hang in grand halls, immortalizing those who dwelled within. Or even the simplest of roles—a maid, performing ordinary tasks that kept the castle running smoothly—but even then, nothing about this place promised to be ordinary.

In truth, it didn’t matter what your skills were. Anything might be needed. Anything might be useful. And so, with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, you prepared to step into a world entirely unlike your own, guided by a single thought: the possibility of meeting her—Alcina Dimitrescu, the lady of the castle, as enigmatic as she was beautiful, as feared as she was admired.